Next Day.
"Ugh." I woke up to the dull throb of a headache, a telltale sign of the mild hangover I was experiencing.
"Looks like you are awake, pervert princess." Blaze hovered before my eyes. This dude has nothing better to do than annoy me first thing in the morning.
"What time is it?" I asked as I pushed myself up. My muscles protested against the stiffness acquired from sleeping in such an unconventional position. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of grogginess, and surveyed the room. There are two empty bottles beside my cushion.
"It's like six in the morning; you just slept for eight hours." Blaze answered, which means there is still an hour before the call time. I remember Henry telling us that we had to be down by seven in the morning.
"So,how does it feel?" Blaze continues "to be someone who sexually harasses girls while being drunk."